halloween contest story

Some say that a knife is for battle, others say that they're for protection, but i say that it's for amusement.

Name: Elisa Furnita
Age: 19
Birth Date: 6/17/1834
Location: Paris, France
Love Life: None
Occupation: Assassin
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Black
Race: Spanish
Other Information: Unknown/ N/A

I stalk down the cobblestone street at midnight. All was quiet, too quiet. I look around the corner and find a cat pitifully meowing. "meeerrrooooooow" the cat screeched.

I put my hood over my head and continue to walk. I see a figure in the corner of my eye. It glides down the street and groans. "Who's there?" I ask. Silence answers. I mumble under my breath and continue on my trek from point A to point B. "First stop, McGuire's blacksmith shop." I say to myself.

McGuire's shop was old and rundown but it was full of the finest of swords, guns, and best of all....knives. McGuire himself was a man about the age of twenty or so and he had jet black hair and deep sea green eyes. I walk in and hang my cloak up on the door.

"What are you here at this hour Ms.Furnita?" he asks. "I need a new knife. I lost my old one." I lied. I lost my last knife to my old victim. "This is the third knife you ordered this week." he said as he grabbed a beautiful dagger off a shelf. "Only a few sixteen grams, perfect balance, and a sapphire handle." he said as he balanced the knife blade on his forefinger.

"I'll take it but how much will it cost me?" I patiently asked. "No charge for the lovely lady." he said with a smile. I smiled back and took the dagger. He was right, perfect balance and about sixteen grams. I was amazed that such a beautiful sapphire blade could weigh so little.

I walk out of the store and back out into the streets. It suddenly began to rain as I walked through the empty streets. I could still hear that pitiful cat howling in the distance and when I listened closer, I could hear the voice of my stalker calling my name over and over again. I walk faster until I feel someone or something breathing down my clammy neck. I freeze in my tracks and reach for the dagger.

I suddenly did a back flip in the air and beheaded the stalker who called himself Joesph Palzina. The dagger was covered in some kind of orange blood instead of the usual red. My eyes widened while the body emitted a ghastly shade of orange that turned red as soon as it touched the ground. The body started to melt in the rainfall and I could hear groaning mingling with cry of the cat.

I ran faster and farther than I ever could. How could blood be orange? All blood was red and I knew that from killing so many. I couldn't push the thought out of my head as I ran even farther. I had to stop to take a breath but as soon as I did, I felt dead rotten hands rise out of the ground and grab at my feet. The lampposts started to shine brighter as the hands held on tighter and tighter.

"Let me go!" I yelled as i started to stab at the hands with my dagger. The hands bled the same orange as the body did. "Help! Help!" I yelled but no one came to my aid. I struggled and stabbed but still they held on tighter but started to groan my name. "Elisa! Elisa!" they yelled nonstop. Tears clouded my vision and soon blood started to gush out of my feet where they were being grabbed at. 'I will not go down without a good fight.' I thought to myself and fought even harder.

Soon, the groans turned to the warm familiar voice of McGuire and I could feel the hands release me. Everything went black after that but that's where this all started. My life was suddenly a horror story that I used to tell my little brother.

I woke up in my feather bed in my flat but there was orange blood all over me. It wasn't a nightmare after all. Next to my bed asleep in the rocking chair say McGuire. I thought back to last night. Why were they after me? What did they want?

McGuire woke up with a start and gave me a sad smile. "Morning Ms. Furnita." he said. I sat up and looked outside my window. "What time is it?" I ask. "About seven in the morning." he replied looking at a pocket watch. I fell back in bed. "Did you see all of that last night?" "The hands covered in orange?" "Yes" He thoughtfully scratches his chin and says "I heard that only the foulest creature ever in existence could only have orange blood." he replies. "And that would be?" "Only a demon Missy." he said with a nervous laugh.

I threw a pillow at him. How could anyone laugh about this? "What did they want from me?" "Your spirit is all that I can guess." he said. I put another pillow over my face and groaned. "You need to wash the blood off, Miss." he said. "No duh!" I say very muffled under the pillow.

After a nice hot bath and breakfast, I headed out to receive my next task. "Kill anyone who gets in your way and this is top secret!" the boss ordered. I bowed my head in response and walked out. I looked at the slip of paper and when I saw the name, I dropped the paper in surprise. My next victim would be Daniel McGuire.

I picked the paper back up and ran home. How could I kill one of the most important people I ever knew? He supplied me with my weapons and he saved me last night, how could I kill him? I pulled myself back together and ran for his shop, I would have to tell him what I do and then kill him as quickly as I could.

When I entered his shop, I saw him already dead in the corner with a note attached to his shirt. It read "Not your real victim, the real one is Gregory Hernandaz." I screamed with rage and ran out the door to find this Gregory and to get this job over with as soon as possible. I ran down the streets and stuck my dagger into anyone that was in my way. I had a small smile on my face as I got further into the crowd of people buying at the market.

Slice Stab My knife went through everyone cleaner than I would have expected. I started to take pride in killing. Soon, I got sadistic and started to cause so much pain in one, I would end their life slowly. No one dared to stop my wrong actions. I started to laugh a high cold laughter and I could feel the change come over me. I heard someone say in the back of my head say "Kill them all. Look at what you can do. One slice is all that it takes." I obeyed but soon I realized I was being possessed. I tried to fight back but no such luck. "Don't think just do." the voice taunted.

Soon I could feel the pain of a blade in my side and saw the man that was named Gregory Hernandaz. He wiped his sword clean of my blood and I fell to the ground soundlessly. No one was there to catch me and no one was there to shed tears for me. Instead, people just spat on my body and muttered "Good riddance," and walked away. A tear fell from my dieing eye and the last thing I saw was the sea of bodies that I have created.

Name: Elisa Furnita
Age: 19
Death Date: 3/5/1853
Location: No Where
Love Life: None
Occupation: Dead
Eye Color: Red
Hair:Pitch Black
Race: No Longer
Other Information: Died by the hand of Gregory Hernandaz who was her previous target to kill.

I wake up to the sound of a bird chirping, a sparrow to be exact. The sparrow suddenly spoke in a deep male voice, "Elisa, your crimes against the living will never be forgiven. You will be sent to roam the earth until you learn from what you did."